My Life: TL;DR doesn't exist.
So you might wonder why I bothered to make this thread, and more importantly, who gives a damn. You don't have to, I figured maybe one person might be interested, so I'm quite alright with that. If not, oh well.
Originally, I was going to start a thread of, my life 500 words or less. I've come to realize that despite how long I've been here, not many of you know much about me. I do not have an exciting life, nothing to cry over, or be amazed by. I am average. I am not speaking of coming from the dirt and stepping up the ladder. I've literally known some of the people here for 8+ years, so I figured I'd share. However, this is abridged, and many details are left vague on purpose, so don't get lost.
Born, 1990 in North Carolina. I am first generation American born Chinese. I am not fluent in Chinese, as my parents figured it would be too hard on me growing up in an all English speaking society. I've gone to private school for most of my life, unfortunately, but I suppose it was worth it in the end. While growing up, my parents were rather harsh, though I've come to realize they were not the harshest of people I know. In my childhood, I don't have many 'kind memories' with my father, and my mother was always working. We were not well off, but we had enough money to get by without worrying to much, with limited entertainment excursions.
A little about my mother:
My mother was in nursing school overseas for some time. She came to the states, and became licensed. She started working, and then moved. There she worked and went to school. In time, she graduated this school and started teaching alongside working in a hospital. Soon after, she went into business school for her masters and graduated in my elementary years. She works 3 jobs, for no particular reason except to help people. Unfortunately, it has taken a toll on her health. She has had two surgeries on her back, and is still in pain, and new nerves are being pinched.
My mother pushed me through music, through piano. I was good, no doubt about it, but I did not try. I hated practicing, and so my funding for my lessons was cut short. One of the biggest regrets I have of my past. I played trumpet, and taught myself guitar (and now mandolin).
A little about my father: He was born the oldest in a family of 7 other siblings, with a mother who died when he was only 13, and a father who was always working. He came to America for an education, and got it. He pursued his masters and PhD in Neuroscience, but was thoroughly misinformed about his field and never pushed if further into his career. Since then, he's been a stay at home dad (as far as I can remember) and a trader by day.
My father pushed me through school, though he really didn't. He pushed me to match his goals so as to avoid getting in trouble. Though now I realize how childish it was to look at it that way. As life progressed, there were times here and there where I know he really cared for my well being, and was not just being that mean jerk I thought he was. Sometimes, though, he's still very misunderstanding and stubborn. We're different people, but so similar at the same time, so we butt heads rather often.
My parents never really were the typical parents when it came to my social life. They didn't tell me to say no to cigarettes, drugs, and alcohol. But, I somehow developed my own 'immunization' towards them. The taste of alcohol is terrible to me, as well as it's smell. Cigarettes are far too disgusting to me, and drugs, well, the smell of marijuana gives me a headache. The other drugs... A waste of money, in my opinion. For whatever reason, I never developed the taste for these sorts of these things, which is fine by me. But my parents never talked about it with me.
My brother and I got along for a while, but as we grew older, we grew apart. Our interests fell in polar ends. He went far with music (piano, trombone -- marching band, jazz ensemble, jazz quartet), where as I picked up lacrosse, played paintball at a less recreational level, and spent a lot of my time with friends. By the time I got into high school, my brother had moved into college, and for whatever reason (likely maturity), we grew closer than we ever had before. By the time I got to college, we really had the ability to connect, as I am essentially following his footsteps. My brother is my role model. I strive to achieve in my life what he has achieved in his. However, I've come to realize we look to each other for advice on many topics, though I ask more often than him.
I didn't get into the school I wanted to get into. To be honest, when I applied for schools, I had no clue what I wanted. I just picked one that was reasonable and reputable. My brother went private from a public school, and I did the opposite. Attending a well known state school for engineering, I went with mechanical engineering. School is tough. I am not a exceedingly intelligent student. In fact, I'm a terrible test taker. By the time I graduate, I will hopefully only have been here for 4.5 years, but will have taken about 5 years worth of hours (15 hour semesters) because I screwed up too much.
In my life, I have dated two girls. Each for a span of 2.5+ years. My first girlfriend I started dating when I was in 8th grade, when I was 14/15. I was friends with her prior to our 'romantic-relationship' and she dated one of my best and oldest (time and age) friends. Things went sour for them, and for whatever reason she put me in the middle of it. At one point or another, she ended up dating me. At the time, I had no intentions of dating, as it never occurred to me as a possibility. It showed through this relationship. The focus was all wrong. In the end, she cheated on me, and that was the end of that for me. But not for her. She stalked me, and creeped on me, stole my belongings, and broke some as well. She was rather violent, and the worst part was she was in my homeroom/advisory. However, this cleared up by the time I became a senior in high school.
My second, and most recent girlfriend, was a storybook meeting. I met her at the beach, and I've written a nine-page story/explanation on this, so I will cut it short. She was a year younger than me, and was at the beach with her good friend. She ended up being only 100 miles down the road from me, and we after spending 3 days in person, and series of texts, instant messages, and an average of 3 hour phone calls (max of 5, no joke), I took her to my senior formal (3 or so months later + several weekend trips). At this point, I told her I loved her.
Beyond this is a mix of this relationship and my life.
We continued dating as I moved into college, and she began her senior year, things were awesome. Her family took me in as their own, and I love(d) them for it. At the end of the year, she didn't get in the colleges she wanted to get into (she's a damn smart girl and got a 90k scholarship, but to a very expensive private school that she had no interest in what they were offering academically), so she decided to take a year off. She left the states and volunteered outside pursuing what she found she truly loved in life. At the end of the first semester, she came back to the states, but ended up spending the second semester with her sister in Arizona, doing god knows what. Just as well, she had been accepted into a good school that she applied to. The relationship ended, leaving out all the bits and details. My grades plummeted, and thus began last summer. Since then, it's just been school, and my grades have raised, but not all that much. To be honest, I am still recovering from this girl, but all is well.
I work part time as agricultural support for a horticultural field lab. I live with people who drive me insane, but can't afford to live by myself. I am nervous for how lost I will be when I graduate, but feel confident enough in myself that it will work out. People these days seem to be betting worse and worse, and it makes me feel terrible.
TL;DR - I was born, so here I am.
Good times, good times.